Bryan Ferry:Gates Of Eden Lyrics

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Of war and peace the truth just twistsIts curfew gull just glidesUpon four-legged forest cloudsThe cowboy angel ridesWith his candle lit into the sunThough its glow is waxed in blackAll except when 'neath the trees of Eden.

The savage soldiers sticks his head in sandAnd then complainsUnto the shoeless hunter who's gone deafBut still remains

Upon the beach where hound dogs bayAt ships with tatooed sailsHeading for the Gates of Eden.

With a time-rusted compass bladeAlladin and his lampSits with Utopian hermit monksSide saddle on the Golden CalfAnd on their promises of paradiseYou will not hear a laughAll except inside the Gates of Eden.

Relationships of ownershipThey whisper in the wingsTo those condemned accordinglyTo wait for succeeding kingsAnd I try to harmonize with songsThat lonesome sparrow singsThere are no kings inside the Gates of Eden.

The motorcycle black madonnaTwo-wheeled gypsy queenAnd her silver-studded phantom causeThe gray flannel dwarf to screamAs he weeps to wicked birds of preyWho pick up on his bread crumb sinsAnd there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

At dawn my lower comes to meAnd tells me of her dreamsWith no attempts to shovel the glimpseInto the ditch of what each one meansAt times I think there are no wordsBut these to tell what's trueAnd there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.